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Chapter 7 l

Chapter Seven: It was still light outside why would he want me to flash him

Katerina POV

The art of playing loud and annoying music, with your windows rolled down, whilst stuck in the middle of the evening traffic surrounded by tired and cranky people — who look like they're about to set fire to every car —  has always been very bizarre to me. I mean what is the need to force the type of music you enjoy onto everyone else. If you like listening to 'I'm a Barbie girl', great, it shows your love for materialistic things. If you like listening to heavy rock music, brilliant, you want to drown out the world. But why oh why must others be subjected to listen to the racket that is emitting from your car whilst sitting through the ever painful slow traffic.

Another thing I never understood was why a car full of boys, need to assert their 'masculinity' by listening to loud rap music; I mean if you like listening to Beyoncé (and come on let's face it who doesn't?) go for it. You shouldn't be coerced by society to listen to a particular type of music based on your gender, class, ethnicity etcetera. I mean even I — a girl who has a panic attack at the mere thought of handing back my homework a millisecond late — enjoy a little bit or rap music now and then. If you look past the naked girls and excessivemacho façade, they actually have some very meaningful lyrics. Anyway I seem to be going off point here.

As I was saying, people who play loud music confuse me. I tapped my fingers against my knee, frustration slowly building up. I had been on my way to a date with Hunter and we got caught in the evening traffic.

Hunter was quietly singing along to Ed Sheeran's Bloodstream, earlier he'd almost got into a fight with a car beside us. They were a group of college boys who were insisting on exhibiting their absolutely horrendous 'rapping' skills. R.I.P. to the music artists they have demolished, I can never listen to a Drake song the same way again.

At one point during the non-moving traffic they turned to me, and began whistling. At first I ignored them because I was too focused on solving the math problem at hand, but they kept persisting. Soon they were calling out, "Hey Cutie" and "Babe" and "Gorgeous" until I had no choice but to look over. The driver, instead of paying attention to the road in front, started to holler at me the lyrics of the current song they were listening to: "hey baby call me Mr Flintstone, I can make your bedrock!" They all roared with laughter, as I frowned in confusion.

The boy behind the driver's seat then began repeatedly lifting the front of his red t-shirt up and down, shouting "flash me sexy". I frowned even harder puzzled at him, it was still light outside why would he want me to flash him. So I turned to Hunter, who was busy arguing with the old man next to him about Metallica, and flicked the side of his neck to get his attention.

"Ouch!" he immediately turned towards me "what was that for?"

"Hunt, if he wants to listen to Metallica then let him, he probably needs to listen to something heavy in order to hear anything" I say to him,

He rolled his eyes "He doesn't need to play it out loud for the world to hear" he replies

"I know, but you could always roll up your window"

He shakes his head in defiance "No, old people shouldn't be listening to Metallica, it's just weird"

This time I roll my eyes at him and laugh at his stubbornness. "Listen, you don't happen to have a flash light do you?"

He frowns at my question, confusion swirling in his dark eyes "ermm I'm not sure I'll have to look in my trunk, why?"

"Well the boys beside me seem to be in trouble of some sort, they had asked me to flash them which I don't understand because it's still daylight, but I figured you might have a flashlight here or something" I explained to him.